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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="12_-_Stanky_Nerd_Girl_.2F.2F_Moondancer">12 - Stanky Nerd Girl // Moondancer</span><a href="_Twilight#/editor/1" title="Edit section: 12 - Stanky Nerd Girl // Moondancer" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alarm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alarm, where is it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope, not there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uuughgh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open you eyes, blinking hard a few times as you attempt to un-blur your vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saturday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not much to do today, a bit of work, maybe catch up on a lecture or two..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But first you have to deal with //her//.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit up in your bed, scratching the side of your head and attempting not to pass out again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Open the blinds, go to the kitchen, get food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shower, shave, all that jazz, and you're done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand in front of your mirror, not looking your best, but screw it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like you're about to see anyone worth looking good for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If anything, you'd have to try to look worse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How is this your life?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter, you lock your door and head downstairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's still relatively early, so you make sure you're not too loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Starting your car, you pull out and drive away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could walk, since it's only a ten minute drive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you've done this trip too many times to bother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You park, sitting in the car and closing your eyes for a few more minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here we go again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let's see how much she could fuck up a clean apartment in two weeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get out, the still chilly morning air hitting you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Should've brought one of your hoodies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you didn't keep losing the damn things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Swear to God, someone is taking them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is no way you're this disorganised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heading up the stairs, you hear a cat meow at you before running away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Floor 01, door 02.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here we go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knock in a pattern, letting her know it's just you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you don't do it in your specific pattern, she'd let you stand here for days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nada.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she asleep?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's 9 AM.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouldn't be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She usually goes to sleep at like 2PM.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning the knob, you try enter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's unlocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hall is, as always, surprisingly clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's only because Moondancer almost never nears the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's when you get into the living room that shit goes haywire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coke bottles, oil and grease stained cardboard mountains, plastic bottles, tins, cans, you name it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And on the couch, under a myriad of clothes, duvets, and blankets so rank they'd probably stand on their own...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cause of the other half of your problems.</span><br />&quot;Moonie, you can't just leave your door unlocked. What if someone tries to rob you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mound of blankets and pillows speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If anyone tries to get in, I'd still be awake.&quot;</span><br />&quot;As if they'd be deterred by a <span class="nu0">3</span> foot troll defending the place.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oi. Why don't you just do your job and stop distracti- Aaah! You made me die!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to the screen, covered in hand and finger prints, but make out the blurred red letters spelling 'YOU DIED'</span><br />&quot;How long have you been playing that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How long does it take the sun to rise twice?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Jesus Christ, Moon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I gotta get ready for fight club, man.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What even? Never mind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find a clear spot somewhere in her kitchen and place your keys and wallet down, looking around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the amount of take out she orders, it's staggering to see how many dishes she uses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since your earphones broke, the only background noise you've got to accompany you this time is swords clanging and monster screams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dandy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn on the tap, putting your hand under it and wait for the hot water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But after about a minute it becomes obvious that there is none.</span><br />&quot;When was the last time you used your water heater?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I 'unno.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even going to try tell her the importance of hygiene anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find her boiler and turn it on, hearing it churning and bubbling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you have to wait 30 minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really don't want to stay here any longer than you need to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at the couch, you see a free spot for yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Might as well sit and pass the time on your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wiping off the cushion as if that'll do anything, you sit down and try not be too disgusted by the plume of dust particles that fly off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch Moondancer play, slicing and dicing through enemies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least she's not bad at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why are you here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost do a spittake.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you have something to like, be doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br />&quot;I'm waiting for your boiler.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For what?&quot;</span><br />&quot;... Hot water. What else?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence for another few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, right. That won't happen.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What won't happen.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The water.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speak in full sentences, woman.</span><br />&quot;What do you mean, 'the water'?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The hot water.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to smack her upside the head.</span><br />&quot;What. Do you mean. 'The hot water'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't pay the bill.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your phone flies across the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Done. Done done done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't do it.</span><br />&quot;Moonie, what is wrong with you? Why wouldn't you just pay your fucking bill!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was GOING to.&quot;</span><br />&quot;When?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sometime.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a loud groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not like she doesn't have the money.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's loaded to the teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both her and Twilight get money out the arse for the course they're doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's always the prodigies, they're the screwed up ones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyway, can you not sit so close to me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ball up your fists in an effort not to explode.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's probably a good thing that Moondancer never interacts with anyone other than you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because literally any other person would have shot or dismembered her already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to be the bigger person, you just stand up and head to the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's gonna be a bitch to do this all with frigid water, but that's not your prob-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ooh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's an idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning the water on, you get to work cleaning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every time you do these dishes you wonder how many potential new species of organism live on them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer's house is probably an unexplored utopia of micro-organisms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which actually makes it all the more disgusting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finishing the dishes and getting all the grime out of the sink, the annoying part starts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But today you're a bit more motivated than normal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking up half empty pizza boxes and burger packets, you start throwing it all into large bin bags.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of which, you need to buy more bags.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You usually end up using about 8 every time you come here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Separating everything into either plastics, papers, or glass, you take them down two at a time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least the worst part is done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It always slightly embarrasses you going down with so many bags, seeing people on the street as you do it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What must they be thinking?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They must be assuming that //you're// the slob, when you're the guy taking care of it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A part of you wants to shout some stupid shit like &quot;No, it's not me, it's the reclusive she-troll that lives upstairs. I just take out her trash.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been getting grey hairs recently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you're pretty sure of the reason why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing the door behind you, you crack your knuckles and start step two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweeping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This part usually only fills about half a bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the fact that you've been accustomed to think that's okay slightly terrifies you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend a little more time sweeping directly in front of the TV just to piss Moondancer off, feeling a small foot hit you in the knee to get you away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way body parts just appear and disappear from this mound of covers astounds you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like a cat, if a cat had a shell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or a hermit crab.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's exactly what it's like, actually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After sweeping, you mop, and after mopping, you vacuum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost like someone other than a total degenerate lives here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up a few loose clothes from around the house, socks, bras, shirts and panties just strewn about everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A surprising lack of pants, honestly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which could mean one of two things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One, she washes pants, and exclusively pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or the more likely option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They never get dirty because she never wears them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw them into the washing machine and hit run.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're not going to have any hot water, but that's not your problem.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Checking the time on your phone, you think of all the things you could have done in these hours had it not been spent looking after a slob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you could have gone out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shopping, for yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a nice time that would be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your phone on the counter, finally enacting the plan you've been waiting 3 hours to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing the paper towels, you wet a couple and walk over to the TV.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as Moondancer sees you approaching her magic box she reacts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using the towels, you clean off all the grime and dust, letting colours actually shine through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shades other than green and brown, vibrant and sharp textures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Drying off the screen with the other towels, you throw the used bunch away and place the roll back in the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the couch, although muffled, you hear words pass through the mound of fabrics.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Th- thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, she's not all bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning on the kitchen counter, you look around again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is usually the point at which you'd leave, honestly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only to come back in another week or two and start this whole charade over.</span><br />&quot;So, looks like I'm done here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment of silence ensues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anything else you think needs to be done?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for a response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N- no.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;More silence.</span><br />&quot;It's weird, it's like... It's like I'm forgetting something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't reply, but you can see half of her face through the covers, staring at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she knows something's up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But not sure what.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start pacing around.</span><br />&quot;I just can't seem..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk around the coffee table.</span><br />&quot;To put...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Over to the far wall.</span><br />&quot;My finger on it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, the curtains.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How did they get here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This entire wall of Moondancer's apartment is glass, with a balcony to boot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Within days of moving here she got thick black curtains and put them up, closing them and never opening them ever again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're inclined to believe that she doesn't know what the view's even like out there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you feel like you need a better lens to view your work through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With one swift motion, you pull them up and let light flood into the room for the first time in months.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And a few meters behind you, a banshee screams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you DOING!? Close it, close it, close it, close it!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Foolish girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your screaming only makes me pull harder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once open to their fullest, you look behind you as your eyes adjust and bask in the cleanliness of your work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could do without the screeching though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Strike the iron while it's hot, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You talk amidst all of the screams, having to raise your voice to do so.</span><br />&quot;I just remembered what I was missing! The bi-annual full cleanout!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jumping over to the couch, you grab the topmost blanket and throw it off, peeling back the layers of stale air and stagnation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Small legs jump out of the covers and pepper you with kicks to the stomach, as hands desperately grab the covers to keep them from being pulled off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But alas, it is all for naught.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Throwing the pillows across the room, the covers out over the TV, you engage in a tug of war over the final blanket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds onto it with her hands, teeth, and legs, clinging on for dear life like a sloth getting a branch taken from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The screaming continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus, the lungs on this girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a great talent she could be pursuing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a final and mighty tug, Moondancer's jaw gives way and the covers slip out of her reach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now she sits with nothing but a hoodie, hands shaking and glasses askew, hair an absolute mess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Part of you notices the mess in the apartment and cries, knowing that you're the one who's going to have to clean it again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Darting her eyes from side to side, Moondancer lunges to the side for the cover closest to her, trying to burrow under it.</span><br />&quot;No you don't!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab her ankles, pulling on them as her nails dig into the floorboards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you pull her towards you, to re-enforce your grip, grabbing onto her calves and knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But while you pull her closer to yourself, she pulls the blanket along with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grasping her thighs and pulling as hard as you can, she flies out from underneath the blanket and onto the couch again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to bolt again, but you grab both of her wrists and pin them down to the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't expect this to be such a workout.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being this close to her almost makes you cough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You always wondered how she didn't overheat and sweat under all those covers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Answer: She did sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just didn't care enough to take any of the covers off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to kick you again, so you pin her there with your knee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now she's out of options.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes dart left to right, looking for anything to smack you with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But as she sees how helpless she is, her eyes start watering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the hell are you doing!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost cough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do not face her as she speaks, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to lift her head off of the couch cushion to get you, biting the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finally speak up.</span><br />&quot;I decided that since it you can't do it yourself, I'd be a good person and clean the WHOLE house for you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just go already!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh I can't do that until I do my job, righ- wait.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down from Moondancer's face and inspect what she's wearing.</span><br />&quot;Is - Is that my hoodie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops attempting to chomp you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N - no.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's totally my hoodie! I've been looking for it everywhere!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No it's not!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why didn't you tell me? And why are the sleeves so crusty?! Moonie, the fuck!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!&quot;</span><br />&quot;How many more of these do you have?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head and look around the room, among the litter of pillows and blankets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of these aren't pillows OR blankets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're your hoodies!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is that-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh come on, that's one of your shirts!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How didn't you notice this earlier?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was keeping them all under the big blanket on top so that you wouldn't see...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wh-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why would anyone in their right mind do this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Moondancer, eyes still watering but increasingly defiant and angry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those big eyebrows of hers locked in death glare mode.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least her glasses are clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though that's just about the only washed thing about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Onward with the plan.</span><br />&quot;Now, let's get you to the bathroom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Up you get!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lift her off the couch by the wrists, pulling her along with you down the hall and into the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to plant her feet on the ground, pulling back on you, but with her size and strength there's really no way that's happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every time she manages to get a foothold, you just tug a little harder towards you and she comes in sliding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her screams of defiance have turned into ones of pleading as the door gets closer and closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! Anon, Anon no, Anon. Anon I'm serious! Stop! Anoooooooooon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To be honest you're half improvising at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't really think the plan too far ahead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How are you gonna keep her in the bathroom?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looks like you're going to have to get yourself wet too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting to the door and stopping, Moondancer starts trying to kick you again using the fact that you're holding her up as leverage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her glasses fell of a while ago, now lying dishevelled in the hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using your back, you push down the door handle and push in with your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost fell over getting in, but we're good now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now for the actual hard part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving your hands up from Moondancer's wrists, you grasp her by the shoulders and pull her right to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But not before holding your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moonie's a good girl, but God she can be a biological hazard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn her away from you and pull her in close to your chest, using one arm to anchor her to you by her stomach and using the other to find the zipper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her arms fly in every which way, aimlessly hoping to punch you out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And her shouting has turned into straight up pleading.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To an outside observer this all seems very rapey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing a hold of the small metal rectangle, you pull down in one swift motion to get most of it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking hold of Moondancer's sleeves, you tug at them until it comes off her body and kick it away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She instantly stops trying to hit you, covering herself instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking her up by the waist, you hoist her over your shoulder, butt facing forward, and walk to her shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now, for the ultimate revenge of putting you through all this shit for the last year.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn on the shower, first pointing it down at the ground until the pressure satisfies you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, Anon what are you doing, put me down! Anon, PUT ME DOWN!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Part of you feels bad, but this has been the culmination of months of being pushed around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making sure the shower is on full blast, you point it away from the floor and directly at Moondancer, the torrent of freezing water hitting her bottom first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Put me do- Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! It's cold, cold cold! It's too cold, Anon stop, Anoooooooooooooon it's coooooold! AAaaaah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her legs quiver and shake as she lashes out, trying to cover herself with her feet to protect from the cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hits your back with her fists, the strength decreasing each time as the cold locks her body up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that's enough rinsing of the bottom, now it's time for the top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take her off of your shoulder and hold her close to your chest again, pinning her there as you douse her head in the freezing water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In all honesty this isn't comfortable for you either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're practically pointing the showerhead at yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The front of your shirt and pants are absolutely soaking wet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While Moonie could pretty much grab the showerhead out of your hand right now, considering that it's right above her, you doubt she can even think straight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her bangs cover her eyes completely, and her arms are locked over her body to cover herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that just won't do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water has to get everywhere to clean you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who takes a shower and leaves parts dry?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving the arm pinning her to you up, you pry her arm away from her chest and lift it into the air.</span><br />&quot;Come on, time to wash those underarms!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! No no no no! I'm serious Anon, if you don't stop I'll - Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer shakes in your arms again, her legs almost buckling underneath her haas cold water runs down her her arm and side.</span><br />&quot;Dude, you need to shave.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup! Turn it oooooooofff!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is new.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's never been one to whine like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move the showerhead in front of her, pointing it directly at her chest as she hollers even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aaah, Anon, stop, stop stop! I'm sorry, I'm sooorryyyyy, I'm sorrry okayy!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sounds genuinely sad now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you did take it a little far.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now if you could just get into the shower to turn off the wa-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water coating the floor having made it increasingly difficult for you to keep your balance, you accidentally step on the hoodie sending both it and yourself tumbling down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Along with the girl in your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You instantly let go of the showerhead and cover her, not knowing what she might hit her head on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only problem is now you haven't protected yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you hit the ground hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't so much hear the thud as you feel it reverberate through your skull and into your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All around you, you feel freezing cold water as the showerhead keeps on running.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, at least you know you aren't deaf.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is Moondancer okay?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes open, adjusting for a second to the flourscent bulb to see the girl still on your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's good.</span><br />&quot;You okay there, Moonie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Understandable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's probably pissed to high heaven at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then you hear a sniffle and a choke come from her.</span><br />&quot;Moons?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're so meeean.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her head buried in your chest, she continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why are you always so mean to me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What.</span><br />&quot;Mean to you? Have I been mean to you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes! You're always angry at me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wh- when?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Every time you come over, you're always mean to me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With all the name calling and sarcastic or snarky remarks the two of you make at each other, it never really occurred to you that she might take it seriously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's always been able to fight right back with insults of her own, so you assumed...</span><br />&quot;Hey, I'm sorry if I hurt you with something I said or did. I didn't really mean anything that I-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She interrupts you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I should be apologising.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, having her vulnerable like this isn't normal.</span><br />&quot;Why? You haven't done anything worth apologising for.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've never thanked you for taking care of me. I try sometimes, but I'm not very good at saying... things.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale sharply through your nose, patting her on the head and running your hand through her still wet hair.</span><br />&quot;It's fine. I obviously wouldn't have been doing it for this long if I didn't care about you, you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhmm.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Come on.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Straining yourself a little, you get yourself up amidst the throbbing pain in your head.</span><br />&quot;Let's get ourselves cleaned up, okay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Helping Moondancer up with you, she doesn't let go of you all the while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Partly because she's still emotional, and partly because she's completely naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's still the occasional hiccup or choke form her, as hard as she tries to hold back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you just stroke through her hair and try calm her down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a towel off of the rack and start rubbing it all over her head and face, drying her hair and rubbing any tears or snot off her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While she doesn't do it often, Moondancer is quite the ugly crier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrapping the towel around her, you leave her to do the rest on herself, thinking that it would be kind of awkward to dry her... everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To be quite frank though, you're used to the cold water by now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was only jarring in the very beginning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you could use a shower...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Worth a shot.</span><br />&quot;You know, I think I'm gonna shower now, actually. So if you don't want to see me naked, I suggest you leave.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't look up at you, taking a while to answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Breaking away from you, but not too fast as to fall over, Moondancer makes her way to the showerhead and turns it on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's what she meant by oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no.</span><br />&quot;Wait. Wait Moonie I thought we put that behind us. Moonie. Moonie no. Please Moo- Aaah!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ooh, it's so much worse when someone else does it to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shirt off, now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try reason with her, only to get another jet of water to the face.</span><br />&quot;Pfthpft. Moonie, I'm sorry that I took it too far bu- Wharrgarbl- fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a deep sigh, you take off your top and drop it on the ground, the floor meeting it with a wet slap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pants too.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh come on.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She furrows those caterpillars on her forehead at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean, 'Come on'? Look what you did to me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You weren't even wearing underwear, much less pants!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pants off!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You suppose it's only fair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After what you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, this is awkward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if you should tell Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, would she even think this was weird?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This //is// kind of what you do on the daily with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cover your goods with a hand as you drop the rest of your clothes on the floor in a pile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer just points to a spot on the floor, signalling for you to sit down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is unbelievably humiliating to be bossed around by someone about one third your size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You oblige, however, sitting with your legs crossed and your hands over your junk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moonie stands behind you, still covered in her towel, showerhead in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This role reversal really does a number on your psyche.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without any prior warning, a stream of cold water hits you in the back of the head, travelling up and dousing your completely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as quickly, it turns off, and you feel shampoo being poured out on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This actually... isn't so bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No wonder Twilight wants you to do it all the time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her tiny fingers, Moondancer rummages through your hair, silently cleaning you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In total silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a minute or two you hear the showerhead turn back on and you brace yourself for water to hit you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it doesn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, a hand forces its way under your chin and pulls up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Above you, looking down, are big purple eyes, unobstructed by her glasses like usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never really noticed how pretty she wa- Ppfhhfpth.</span><br />&quot;Moonie, tell me before you do that! It's no- Mmph.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you even opened your eyes back up, lips planted themselves firmly onto your own and didn't leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear her breathe heavily through her nose, almost panting as her tongue works its way into your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As much as you want to be in control of the situation, with her hand below your chin, she controls your every move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands won't move, no matter how much you try tell them to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With every turn and twist of her tongue around yours, you're forced to swallow the saliva that drips down into your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue finally retreats out of your mouth, and you gulp down the last pool of spit in your mouth to catch your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the both of you panting, all you can do is sit there in silence as you try take in all this information.</span><br />&quot;Moons, you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause.</span><br />&quot;Your breath stinks, like, really ba- Aahglharghl- pphstop, stop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Catching your breath again, she stares at you, her eyes filled with more sadness than before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving her head down into what you think is another kiss, you get ready to push her away before she rests her forehead on your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you care about me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle lightly.</span><br />&quot;Course I do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. I mean, do you care about me... like how I care about you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aaugh.</span><br />&quot;I... I was planning on telling you, but Twilight and I- Mm, mmph.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you again, but this time you raise your hands and try push her off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's difficult, as she tries to stay on, but you pry her off eventually.</span><br />&quot;I'm serious. Twilight and I, a few weeks ago, we-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br />&quot;How?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence.</span><br />&quot;How did you..?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight told me. The day it happened.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Awh, fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That hurts.</span><br />&quot;Did you tell her how you, uh..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She knows.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So you told her?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's known for a long time. How much I lo-... want 'this'.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hasn't told you anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you've come here at least three times since you and her first had that session in the shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since then, things have only escalated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hard to believe that this would have just slipped her mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So I can't forgive her for stealing you ahead of me. Even if it's just this once, let m- Mmf.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to take the initiative yourself, you pull her head down towards your and continue what you were doing before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your heart of hearts, you know that this could potentially fuck everything up, but another part of you wants to take that chance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning yourself around to face Moondancer, you pull her down to your level so that you're no longer looking up to kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wraps her arms around your neck , hanging off of you as you pin her to a wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The towel around her comes undone and falls to the floor, letting the both of you touch each other bare skin on skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss breaks so you can breathe, and Moondancer's face travels down into the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses along your collarbone and chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pushes against you, continuing her assault on your body and moving you backwards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You support yourself on your knees as she goes down on you, eventually getting below your pelvis and to the erection you've been hiding under your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she gets there she doesn't do anything much, but she does... breathe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hot air from her mouth washes over you, strangely stimulating you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel Moon press her face down onto you, her cheek and mouth touching and rubbing along your length as she continues to pant into you.</span><br />&quot;Are- Are you smelling me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't respond.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you do feel her tongue licking you up from the base to your shaft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Licking up and down, she only stops at the head momentarily each time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After doing this a few dozen times to get you up to full mast, she sticks her tongue out and twirls it around the tip, sucking lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sticks her tongue out fully and licks the underside of your shaft, edging the head of your dick ever closer inside, pushing it against the roof of her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After wetting the head and length enough so saliva flows out of Moondancer's mouth and drips off �her chin to the floor, she pushes forward and you feel yourself hit the back of her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops, trying to stop herself from gagging to little avail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point, you're just about on the edge yourself with the mix of hot breaths and Moondancer's throat moving around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she carries on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try tell her that she doesn't need to push herself this far just for you, but you find it difficult to articulate the words properly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With another ten seconds, she's down to your base, face firmly planted against your pelvis.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue continues to move inside her mouth, stimulating the underside of your dick as the head bends into her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hot and wet spit slides down off the tip of her tongue and down your balls, dripping loudly onto the tile floor below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're on the edge now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Any more stimulation than this and you'd finish right into her throat, with merely a thread of self restraint holding you back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After being prone at the base of your cock, Moondancer starts pulling back and you feel your tip slide against the warm and undulating surface of her tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once only half of your shaft remains in her mouth, she begins sucking on the head, prodding your urethra with her tongue as if coaxing you to cum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that's all you need.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a buck of your hips, you shove the rest of your dick into her mouth again, releasing right into the back of her mouth and down her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her fingers dig into your legs as she waits for you to stop twitching, the feeling of her swallowing your cum only extending your orgasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Waves come and go, becoming less intense with time and you pull yourself out of her mouth before long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as you're out, she coughs up excess mucous and spit, wiping it off her face with her hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is pant and stare at her as your body recuperates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches out for you and you catch her in your arms, supporting her as now you pepper kisses into her neck and jawline.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reaching down with your left hand, you travel over her belly and to her groin, feeling an unkempt and wild mess below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hair is wet, sticky and matted as you push through, probably due to liquids other than water at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kissing along her jaw and up to her mouth, your tongues intertwine again as you feel along her slit to pleasure her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find the right spot and begin to move your first two fingers to pleasure her, but it seems as if she's got her own plans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing you from behind, she pushes your pelvis into her own, your erection landing onto her carpet as she grinds on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No more words are exchanged, and no hesitation is felt whatsoever as everything falls into a myriad of breathing, sweating, and grinding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using her hands to guide you inside, you slip a couple times before feeling the warm and fleshy wall give way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's tight, but gives as you push in little by little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thickest part of your head forces you to stop for a second, letting Moondancer get into a more comfortable stance, but with a shake of her hips it slips inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With you securely inside her, she takes her hands off of her crotch and wraps her arms around your neck again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You plant both of your hands on her hips, digging into her flesh with every grind of her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then you begin pushing harder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, as to not hurt her, but just a little harder with every centimetre.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every now and again, Moondancer shakes from her head to toe vigorously, contracting her insides around you to the point of nearly bursting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss breaks and she holds you tight, resting her chin in your neck and breathing into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost every part of you is touching her, and your breathing patterns sync up in a near perfect rhythm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you hilt completely within her, you feel the cushion of bush against your base, moving against you as the rest of her does too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The breathy moans of before have turned into short high pitched whimpers as fingers dig into the back of your head, pulling on your hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After letting Moondancer adjust, you begin pulling out as slowly as you inserted yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You repeat this process several times, making sure to not rip or tear anything to make the experience comfortable for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A faint whisper in your ear tells you to go faster, and you oblige.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her back hits the wall as you thrust harder and faster, faint whines and whimpers turning into cries and wails.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thrust hard enough for the wet slaps to echo through the room, the skin on your hilt reddening from the impacts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Teeth pry their way into your neck as Moondancer prevents herself from screaming and alerting anyone in a nearby apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Warm liquid drips down from your shoulder to your back, and you're unsure of whether it's blood or spit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then again, not a large part of you cares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every so often you feel a pressure on the very tip of your dick, a fleshy but hard wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it's beginning to push you over the edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Moondancer squeezes harder on you and more often, it gets harder and harder to keep yourself from releasing inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But those movements let you know that she's getting closer to her own tipping point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if the screaming wasn't enough of a tell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the both of you get closer, she starts thrusting into you just as you are into her, making sure to take in absolutely everything she can before climaxing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lifiting one of your hands up from her bottom, you push aside the hair obstructing her neck from view and give it a long lick from shoulder to jaw, biting and breathing into her ear as you finish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that's what tips her over the edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The controlled thrusts from before become violent and thrashing gyrations into your hips, revolving into you, grinding and releasing fluids onto you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Contractions travel up your erection, the barrier at the end of her walls pulsing right on top of your urethra, begging for you to release.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding on any longer is useless as you ride your own waves along with Moondancer on the bathroom wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Above, you feel her hands and mouth lose all strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands fall limp around your neck, her mouth hanging agape with tongue out, lapping up the salty excess of your sex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your waves of climax end before Moondancer's, leading to her insides trying to milk you for more than you could ever produce.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her abdomen stops gyrating and her legs stop quivering with in due time, both of you too tired to even move from your current positions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave your penis inside her, basking in her warmth for as long as you can before you go soft and slip out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as you do, a few drops of white start leaking out, either dropping to the floor or being caught in her bush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With one last sloppy and exhausted kiss, you finish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least for tonight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The buzzing of your phone stirs you from slumber on the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been here for a whole 20 hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unlock your phone and check the unread messages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart drops like a stone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you don't regret having the experience with Moondancer, you do dread what could happen next.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open up the messages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Hi, are you doing alright over there? It's already 12. Did you get hung up?]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Already two o'clock. I need you over here so I can go through my presentations.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Okay, that was a lie. I'm just finding it hard to get off on my own recently.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Huh. That usually works.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two hours later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[It looks like Moonie took my advice.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Have fun~]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch the bridge of your nose and chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damnit Twi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blankets shuffle behind you, a head popping out of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W- what's wrong?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lock your phone and put it back on the counter.</span><br />&quot;Nothin', go back to sleep. I think I might as well stay the night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get back into the covers with Moondancer as she cuddles up to you and buries her face in your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, that's right.</span><br />&quot;One question, Moons.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why have you been taking my clothes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You practically feel her cheeks get hotter as she digs herself further underneath the covers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She mumbles something, but it's not clear enough to understand.</span><br />&quot;What were you doing wearing and lying in my hoodies?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I - I would... They smelled like you, so I- uh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that about explains it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing your eyes, you stroke her head and run your fingers through her hair as you fall asleep.</span><br />&quot;Now that I'm here, I assume you don't have too much use for the hoodies anymore, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nuh-uh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Thought so.&quot;</div></div>
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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alarm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alarm, where is it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope, not there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uuughgh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open you eyes, blinking hard a few times as you attempt to un-blur your vision.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saturday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not much to do today, a bit of work, maybe catch up on a lecture or two..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But first you have to deal with //her//.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit up in your bed, scratching the side of your head and attempting not to pass out again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Open the blinds, go to the kitchen, get food.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shower, shave, all that jazz, and you're done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand in front of your mirror, not looking your best, but screw it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not like you're about to see anyone worth looking good for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If anything, you'd have to try to look worse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How is this your life?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter, you lock your door and head downstairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's still relatively early, so you make sure you're not too loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Starting your car, you pull out and drive away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could walk, since it's only a ten minute drive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you've done this trip too many times to bother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You park, sitting in the car and closing your eyes for a few more minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here we go again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let's see how much she could fuck up a clean apartment in two weeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get out, the still chilly morning air hitting you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Should've brought one of your hoodies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you didn't keep losing the damn things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Swear to God, someone is taking them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is no way you're this disorganised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Heading up the stairs, you hear a cat meow at you before running away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Floor 01, door 02.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here we go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knock in a pattern, letting her know it's just you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you don't do it in your specific pattern, she'd let you stand here for days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nada.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is she asleep?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's 9 AM.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shouldn't be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She usually goes to sleep at like 2PM.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning the knob, you try enter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's unlocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hall is, as always, surprisingly clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But that's only because Moondancer almost never nears the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's when you get into the living room that shit goes haywire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coke bottles, oil and grease stained cardboard mountains, plastic bottles, tins, cans, you name it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And on the couch, under a myriad of clothes, duvets, and blankets so rank they'd probably stand on their own...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cause of the other half of your problems.</span><br />&quot;Moonie, you can't just leave your door unlocked. What if someone tries to rob you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mound of blankets and pillows speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If anyone tries to get in, I'd still be awake.&quot;</span><br />&quot;As if they'd be deterred by a <span class="nu0">3</span> foot troll defending the place.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oi. Why don't you just do your job and stop distracti- Aaah! You made me die!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to the screen, covered in hand and finger prints, but make out the blurred red letters spelling 'YOU DIED'</span><br />&quot;How long have you been playing that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How long does it take the sun to rise twice?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Jesus Christ, Moon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I gotta get ready for fight club, man.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What even? Never mind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find a clear spot somewhere in her kitchen and place your keys and wallet down, looking around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For the amount of take out she orders, it's staggering to see how many dishes she uses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since your earphones broke, the only background noise you've got to accompany you this time is swords clanging and monster screams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dandy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn on the tap, putting your hand under it and wait for the hot water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But after about a minute it becomes obvious that there is none.</span><br />&quot;When was the last time you used your water heater?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I 'unno.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even going to try tell her the importance of hygiene anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find her boiler and turn it on, hearing it churning and bubbling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you have to wait 30 minutes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ugh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really don't want to stay here any longer than you need to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking at the couch, you see a free spot for yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Might as well sit and pass the time on your phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wiping off the cushion as if that'll do anything, you sit down and try not be too disgusted by the plume of dust particles that fly off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch Moondancer play, slicing and dicing through enemies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least she's not bad at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why are you here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost do a spittake.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you have something to like, be doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br />&quot;I'm waiting for your boiler.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For what?&quot;</span><br />&quot;... Hot water. What else?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence for another few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, right. That won't happen.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What won't happen.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The water.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speak in full sentences, woman.</span><br />&quot;What do you mean, 'the water'?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The hot water.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to smack her upside the head.</span><br />&quot;What. Do you mean. 'The hot water'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I didn't pay the bill.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your phone flies across the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Done. Done done done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't do it.</span><br />&quot;Moonie, what is wrong with you? Why wouldn't you just pay your fucking bill!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I was GOING to.&quot;</span><br />&quot;When?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sometime.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a loud groan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not like she doesn't have the money.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's loaded to the teeth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both her and Twilight get money out the arse for the course they're doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's always the prodigies, they're the screwed up ones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anyway, can you not sit so close to me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ball up your fists in an effort not to explode.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's probably a good thing that Moondancer never interacts with anyone other than you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because literally any other person would have shot or dismembered her already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to be the bigger person, you just stand up and head to the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's gonna be a bitch to do this all with frigid water, but that's not your prob-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ooh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's an idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning the water on, you get to work cleaning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every time you do these dishes you wonder how many potential new species of organism live on them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer's house is probably an unexplored utopia of micro-organisms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which actually makes it all the more disgusting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finishing the dishes and getting all the grime out of the sink, the annoying part starts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But today you're a bit more motivated than normal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking up half empty pizza boxes and burger packets, you start throwing it all into large bin bags.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of which, you need to buy more bags.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You usually end up using about 8 every time you come here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Separating everything into either plastics, papers, or glass, you take them down two at a time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least the worst part is done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It always slightly embarrasses you going down with so many bags, seeing people on the street as you do it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What must they be thinking?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They must be assuming that //you're// the slob, when you're the guy taking care of it all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A part of you wants to shout some stupid shit like &quot;No, it's not me, it's the reclusive she-troll that lives upstairs. I just take out her trash.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been getting grey hairs recently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you're pretty sure of the reason why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing the door behind you, you crack your knuckles and start step two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweeping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This part usually only fills about half a bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the fact that you've been accustomed to think that's okay slightly terrifies you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend a little more time sweeping directly in front of the TV just to piss Moondancer off, feeling a small foot hit you in the knee to get you away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way body parts just appear and disappear from this mound of covers astounds you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like a cat, if a cat had a shell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or a hermit crab.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's exactly what it's like, actually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After sweeping, you mop, and after mopping, you vacuum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost like someone other than a total degenerate lives here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up a few loose clothes from around the house, socks, bras, shirts and panties just strewn about everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A surprising lack of pants, honestly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which could mean one of two things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One, she washes pants, and exclusively pants.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or the more likely option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They never get dirty because she never wears them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw them into the washing machine and hit run.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're not going to have any hot water, but that's not your problem.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Checking the time on your phone, you think of all the things you could have done in these hours had it not been spent looking after a slob.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you could have gone out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shopping, for yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a nice time that would be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your phone on the counter, finally enacting the plan you've been waiting 3 hours to do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing the paper towels, you wet a couple and walk over to the TV.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as Moondancer sees you approaching her magic box she reacts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using the towels, you clean off all the grime and dust, letting colours actually shine through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shades other than green and brown, vibrant and sharp textures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Drying off the screen with the other towels, you throw the used bunch away and place the roll back in the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the couch, although muffled, you hear words pass through the mound of fabrics.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Th- thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, she's not all bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning on the kitchen counter, you look around again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is usually the point at which you'd leave, honestly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only to come back in another week or two and start this whole charade over.</span><br />&quot;So, looks like I'm done here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment of silence ensues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anything else you think needs to be done?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for a response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N- no.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You sure?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;More silence.</span><br />&quot;It's weird, it's like... It's like I'm forgetting something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't reply, but you can see half of her face through the covers, staring at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And she knows something's up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But not sure what.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start pacing around.</span><br />&quot;I just can't seem..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk around the coffee table.</span><br />&quot;To put...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Over to the far wall.</span><br />&quot;My finger on it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, the curtains.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How did they get here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This entire wall of Moondancer's apartment is glass, with a balcony to boot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Within days of moving here she got thick black curtains and put them up, closing them and never opening them ever again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're inclined to believe that she doesn't know what the view's even like out there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you feel like you need a better lens to view your work through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With one swift motion, you pull them up and let light flood into the room for the first time in months.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And a few meters behind you, a banshee screams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you DOING!? Close it, close it, close it, close it!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Foolish girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your screaming only makes me pull harder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once open to their fullest, you look behind you as your eyes adjust and bask in the cleanliness of your work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could do without the screeching though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Strike the iron while it's hot, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You talk amidst all of the screams, having to raise your voice to do so.</span><br />&quot;I just remembered what I was missing! The bi-annual full cleanout!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jumping over to the couch, you grab the topmost blanket and throw it off, peeling back the layers of stale air and stagnation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Small legs jump out of the covers and pepper you with kicks to the stomach, as hands desperately grab the covers to keep them from being pulled off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But alas, it is all for naught.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Throwing the pillows across the room, the covers out over the TV, you engage in a tug of war over the final blanket.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She holds onto it with her hands, teeth, and legs, clinging on for dear life like a sloth getting a branch taken from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The screaming continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus, the lungs on this girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has a great talent she could be pursuing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a final and mighty tug, Moondancer's jaw gives way and the covers slip out of her reach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now she sits with nothing but a hoodie, hands shaking and glasses askew, hair an absolute mess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Part of you notices the mess in the apartment and cries, knowing that you're the one who's going to have to clean it again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Darting her eyes from side to side, Moondancer lunges to the side for the cover closest to her, trying to burrow under it.</span><br />&quot;No you don't!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab her ankles, pulling on them as her nails dig into the floorboards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you pull her towards you, to re-enforce your grip, grabbing onto her calves and knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But while you pull her closer to yourself, she pulls the blanket along with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grasping her thighs and pulling as hard as you can, she flies out from underneath the blanket and onto the couch again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to bolt again, but you grab both of her wrists and pin them down to the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't expect this to be such a workout.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being this close to her almost makes you cough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You always wondered how she didn't overheat and sweat under all those covers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Answer: She did sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just didn't care enough to take any of the covers off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to kick you again, so you pin her there with your knee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now she's out of options.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes dart left to right, looking for anything to smack you with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But as she sees how helpless she is, her eyes start watering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the hell are you doing!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost cough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do not face her as she speaks, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to lift her head off of the couch cushion to get you, biting the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You finally speak up.</span><br />&quot;I decided that since it you can't do it yourself, I'd be a good person and clean the WHOLE house for you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just go already!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh I can't do that until I do my job, righ- wait.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down from Moondancer's face and inspect what she's wearing.</span><br />&quot;Is - Is that my hoodie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops attempting to chomp you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;N - no.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's totally my hoodie! I've been looking for it everywhere!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No it's not!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why didn't you tell me? And why are the sleeves so crusty?! Moonie, the fuck!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!&quot;</span><br />&quot;How many more of these do you have?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn your head and look around the room, among the litter of pillows and blankets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Some of these aren't pillows OR blankets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're your hoodies!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is that-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh come on, that's one of your shirts!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How didn't you notice this earlier?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was keeping them all under the big blanket on top so that you wouldn't see...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wh-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why would anyone in their right mind do this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Moondancer, eyes still watering but increasingly defiant and angry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those big eyebrows of hers locked in death glare mode.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least her glasses are clean.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though that's just about the only washed thing about her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Onward with the plan.</span><br />&quot;Now, let's get you to the bathroom.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Up you get!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lift her off the couch by the wrists, pulling her along with you down the hall and into the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to plant her feet on the ground, pulling back on you, but with her size and strength there's really no way that's happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every time she manages to get a foothold, you just tug a little harder towards you and she comes in sliding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her screams of defiance have turned into ones of pleading as the door gets closer and closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! Anon, Anon no, Anon. Anon I'm serious! Stop! Anoooooooooon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To be honest you're half improvising at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't really think the plan too far ahead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How are you gonna keep her in the bathroom?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looks like you're going to have to get yourself wet too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting to the door and stopping, Moondancer starts trying to kick you again using the fact that you're holding her up as leverage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her glasses fell of a while ago, now lying dishevelled in the hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using your back, you push down the door handle and push in with your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost fell over getting in, but we're good now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now for the actual hard part.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving your hands up from Moondancer's wrists, you grasp her by the shoulders and pull her right to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But not before holding your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moonie's a good girl, but God she can be a biological hazard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn her away from you and pull her in close to your chest, using one arm to anchor her to you by her stomach and using the other to find the zipper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her arms fly in every which way, aimlessly hoping to punch you out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And her shouting has turned into straight up pleading.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To an outside observer this all seems very rapey.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing a hold of the small metal rectangle, you pull down in one swift motion to get most of it off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking hold of Moondancer's sleeves, you tug at them until it comes off her body and kick it away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She instantly stops trying to hit you, covering herself instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking her up by the waist, you hoist her over your shoulder, butt facing forward, and walk to her shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now, for the ultimate revenge of putting you through all this shit for the last year.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn on the shower, first pointing it down at the ground until the pressure satisfies you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, Anon what are you doing, put me down! Anon, PUT ME DOWN!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Part of you feels bad, but this has been the culmination of months of being pushed around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making sure the shower is on full blast, you point it away from the floor and directly at Moondancer, the torrent of freezing water hitting her bottom first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Put me do- Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! It's cold, cold cold! It's too cold, Anon stop, Anoooooooooooooon it's coooooold! AAaaaah!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;her legs quiver and shake as she lashes out, trying to cover herself with her feet to protect from the cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hits your back with her fists, the strength decreasing each time as the cold locks her body up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that's enough rinsing of the bottom, now it's time for the top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take her off of your shoulder and hold her close to your chest again, pinning her there as you douse her head in the freezing water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In all honesty this isn't comfortable for you either.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're practically pointing the showerhead at yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The front of your shirt and pants are absolutely soaking wet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While Moonie could pretty much grab the showerhead out of your hand right now, considering that it's right above her, you doubt she can even think straight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her bangs cover her eyes completely, and her arms are locked over her body to cover herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that just won't do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water has to get everywhere to clean you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who takes a shower and leaves parts dry?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving the arm pinning her to you up, you pry her arm away from her chest and lift it into the air.</span><br />&quot;Come on, time to wash those underarms!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No! No no no no! I'm serious Anon, if you don't stop I'll - Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer shakes in your arms again, her legs almost buckling underneath her haas cold water runs down her her arm and side.</span><br />&quot;Dude, you need to shave.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup! Turn it oooooooofff!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is new.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's never been one to whine like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move the showerhead in front of her, pointing it directly at her chest as she hollers even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aaah, Anon, stop, stop stop! I'm sorry, I'm sooorryyyyy, I'm sorrry okayy!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sounds genuinely sad now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you did take it a little far.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now if you could just get into the shower to turn off the wa-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water coating the floor having made it increasingly difficult for you to keep your balance, you accidentally step on the hoodie sending both it and yourself tumbling down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Along with the girl in your arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You instantly let go of the showerhead and cover her, not knowing what she might hit her head on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only problem is now you haven't protected yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you hit the ground hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't so much hear the thud as you feel it reverberate through your skull and into your ears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All around you, you feel freezing cold water as the showerhead keeps on running.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, at least you know you aren't deaf.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is Moondancer okay?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes open, adjusting for a second to the flourscent bulb to see the girl still on your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's good.</span><br />&quot;You okay there, Moonie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Understandable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's probably pissed to high heaven at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then you hear a sniffle and a choke come from her.</span><br />&quot;Moons?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're so meeean.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her head buried in your chest, she continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why are you always so mean to me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What.</span><br />&quot;Mean to you? Have I been mean to you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes! You're always angry at me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wh- when?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Every time you come over, you're always mean to me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With all the name calling and sarcastic or snarky remarks the two of you make at each other, it never really occurred to you that she might take it seriously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's always been able to fight right back with insults of her own, so you assumed...</span><br />&quot;Hey, I'm sorry if I hurt you with something I said or did. I didn't really mean anything that I-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She interrupts you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I should be apologising.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, having her vulnerable like this isn't normal.</span><br />&quot;Why? You haven't done anything worth apologising for.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I've never thanked you for taking care of me. I try sometimes, but I'm not very good at saying... things.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale sharply through your nose, patting her on the head and running your hand through her still wet hair.</span><br />&quot;It's fine. I obviously wouldn't have been doing it for this long if I didn't care about you, you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mhmm.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Come on.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Straining yourself a little, you get yourself up amidst the throbbing pain in your head.</span><br />&quot;Let's get ourselves cleaned up, okay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Helping Moondancer up with you, she doesn't let go of you all the while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Partly because she's still emotional, and partly because she's completely naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's still the occasional hiccup or choke form her, as hard as she tries to hold back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you just stroke through her hair and try calm her down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a towel off of the rack and start rubbing it all over her head and face, drying her hair and rubbing any tears or snot off her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While she doesn't do it often, Moondancer is quite the ugly crier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrapping the towel around her, you leave her to do the rest on herself, thinking that it would be kind of awkward to dry her... everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To be quite frank though, you're used to the cold water by now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was only jarring in the very beginning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you could use a shower...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Worth a shot.</span><br />&quot;You know, I think I'm gonna shower now, actually. So if you don't want to see me naked, I suggest you leave.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't look up at you, taking a while to answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Breaking away from you, but not too fast as to fall over, Moondancer makes her way to the showerhead and turns it on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's what she meant by oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no.</span><br />&quot;Wait. Wait Moonie I thought we put that behind us. Moonie. Moonie no. Please Moo- Aaah!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ooh, it's so much worse when someone else does it to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shirt off, now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try reason with her, only to get another jet of water to the face.</span><br />&quot;Pfthpft. Moonie, I'm sorry that I took it too far bu- Wharrgarbl- fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a deep sigh, you take off your top and drop it on the ground, the floor meeting it with a wet slap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pants too.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh come on.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She furrows those caterpillars on her forehead at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean, 'Come on'? Look what you did to me!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You weren't even wearing underwear, much less pants!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pants off!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You suppose it's only fair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After what you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, this is awkward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if you should tell Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, would she even think this was weird?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This //is// kind of what you do on the daily with her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cover your goods with a hand as you drop the rest of your clothes on the floor in a pile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer just points to a spot on the floor, signalling for you to sit down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is unbelievably humiliating to be bossed around by someone about one third your size.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You oblige, however, sitting with your legs crossed and your hands over your junk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moonie stands behind you, still covered in her towel, showerhead in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This role reversal really does a number on your psyche.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without any prior warning, a stream of cold water hits you in the back of the head, travelling up and dousing your completely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as quickly, it turns off, and you feel shampoo being poured out on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This actually... isn't so bad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No wonder Twilight wants you to do it all the time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her tiny fingers, Moondancer rummages through your hair, silently cleaning you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In total silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a minute or two you hear the showerhead turn back on and you brace yourself for water to hit you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it doesn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, a hand forces its way under your chin and pulls up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Above you, looking down, are big purple eyes, unobstructed by her glasses like usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never really noticed how pretty she wa- Ppfhhfpth.</span><br />&quot;Moonie, tell me before you do that! It's no- Mmph.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you even opened your eyes back up, lips planted themselves firmly onto your own and didn't leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear her breathe heavily through her nose, almost panting as her tongue works its way into your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As much as you want to be in control of the situation, with her hand below your chin, she controls your every move.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands won't move, no matter how much you try tell them to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With every turn and twist of her tongue around yours, you're forced to swallow the saliva that drips down into your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue finally retreats out of your mouth, and you gulp down the last pool of spit in your mouth to catch your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the both of you panting, all you can do is sit there in silence as you try take in all this information.</span><br />&quot;Moons, you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause.</span><br />&quot;Your breath stinks, like, really ba- Aahglharghl- pphstop, stop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Catching your breath again, she stares at you, her eyes filled with more sadness than before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving her head down into what you think is another kiss, you get ready to push her away before she rests her forehead on your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you care about me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle lightly.</span><br />&quot;Course I do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. I mean, do you care about me... like how I care about you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aaugh.</span><br />&quot;I... I was planning on telling you, but Twilight and I- Mm, mmph.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kisses you again, but this time you raise your hands and try push her off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's difficult, as she tries to stay on, but you pry her off eventually.</span><br />&quot;I'm serious. Twilight and I, a few weeks ago, we-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br />&quot;How?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Silence.</span><br />&quot;How did you..?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight told me. The day it happened.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Awh, fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That hurts.</span><br />&quot;Did you tell her how you, uh..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She knows.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So you told her?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's known for a long time. How much I lo-... want 'this'.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hasn't told you anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you've come here at least three times since you and her first had that session in the shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since then, things have only escalated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hard to believe that this would have just slipped her mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So I can't forgive her for stealing you ahead of me. Even if it's just this once, let m- Mmf.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Deciding to take the initiative yourself, you pull her head down towards your and continue what you were doing before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your heart of hearts, you know that this could potentially fuck everything up, but another part of you wants to take that chance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning yourself around to face Moondancer, you pull her down to your level so that you're no longer looking up to kiss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wraps her arms around your neck , hanging off of you as you pin her to a wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The towel around her comes undone and falls to the floor, letting the both of you touch each other bare skin on skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss breaks so you can breathe, and Moondancer's face travels down into the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses along your collarbone and chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pushes against you, continuing her assault on your body and moving you backwards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You support yourself on your knees as she goes down on you, eventually getting below your pelvis and to the erection you've been hiding under your hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once she gets there she doesn't do anything much, but she does... breathe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hot air from her mouth washes over you, strangely stimulating you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel Moon press her face down onto you, her cheek and mouth touching and rubbing along your length as she continues to pant into you.</span><br />&quot;Are- Are you smelling me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't respond.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you do feel her tongue licking you up from the base to your shaft.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Licking up and down, she only stops at the head momentarily each time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After doing this a few dozen times to get you up to full mast, she sticks her tongue out and twirls it around the tip, sucking lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sticks her tongue out fully and licks the underside of your shaft, edging the head of your dick ever closer inside, pushing it against the roof of her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After wetting the head and length enough so saliva flows out of Moondancer's mouth and drips off �her chin to the floor, she pushes forward and you feel yourself hit the back of her mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops, trying to stop herself from gagging to little avail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point, you're just about on the edge yourself with the mix of hot breaths and Moondancer's throat moving around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she carries on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try tell her that she doesn't need to push herself this far just for you, but you find it difficult to articulate the words properly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With another ten seconds, she's down to your base, face firmly planted against your pelvis.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue continues to move inside her mouth, stimulating the underside of your dick as the head bends into her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hot and wet spit slides down off the tip of her tongue and down your balls, dripping loudly onto the tile floor below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're on the edge now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Any more stimulation than this and you'd finish right into her throat, with merely a thread of self restraint holding you back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After being prone at the base of your cock, Moondancer starts pulling back and you feel your tip slide against the warm and undulating surface of her tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once only half of your shaft remains in her mouth, she begins sucking on the head, prodding your urethra with her tongue as if coaxing you to cum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that's all you need.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a buck of your hips, you shove the rest of your dick into her mouth again, releasing right into the back of her mouth and down her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her fingers dig into your legs as she waits for you to stop twitching, the feeling of her swallowing your cum only extending your orgasm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Waves come and go, becoming less intense with time and you pull yourself out of her mouth before long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as you're out, she coughs up excess mucous and spit, wiping it off her face with her hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is pant and stare at her as your body recuperates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She reaches out for you and you catch her in your arms, supporting her as now you pepper kisses into her neck and jawline.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reaching down with your left hand, you travel over her belly and to her groin, feeling an unkempt and wild mess below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hair is wet, sticky and matted as you push through, probably due to liquids other than water at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Kissing along her jaw and up to her mouth, your tongues intertwine again as you feel along her slit to pleasure her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find the right spot and begin to move your first two fingers to pleasure her, but it seems as if she's got her own plans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing you from behind, she pushes your pelvis into her own, your erection landing onto her carpet as she grinds on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No more words are exchanged, and no hesitation is felt whatsoever as everything falls into a myriad of breathing, sweating, and grinding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using her hands to guide you inside, you slip a couple times before feeling the warm and fleshy wall give way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's tight, but gives as you push in little by little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thickest part of your head forces you to stop for a second, letting Moondancer get into a more comfortable stance, but with a shake of her hips it slips inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With you securely inside her, she takes her hands off of her crotch and wraps her arms around your neck again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You plant both of your hands on her hips, digging into her flesh with every grind of her hips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then you begin pushing harder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, as to not hurt her, but just a little harder with every centimetre.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every now and again, Moondancer shakes from her head to toe vigorously, contracting her insides around you to the point of nearly bursting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss breaks and she holds you tight, resting her chin in your neck and breathing into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost every part of you is touching her, and your breathing patterns sync up in a near perfect rhythm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you hilt completely within her, you feel the cushion of bush against your base, moving against you as the rest of her does too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The breathy moans of before have turned into short high pitched whimpers as fingers dig into the back of your head, pulling on your hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After letting Moondancer adjust, you begin pulling out as slowly as you inserted yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You repeat this process several times, making sure to not rip or tear anything to make the experience comfortable for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A faint whisper in your ear tells you to go faster, and you oblige.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her back hits the wall as you thrust harder and faster, faint whines and whimpers turning into cries and wails.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thrust hard enough for the wet slaps to echo through the room, the skin on your hilt reddening from the impacts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Teeth pry their way into your neck as Moondancer prevents herself from screaming and alerting anyone in a nearby apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Warm liquid drips down from your shoulder to your back, and you're unsure of whether it's blood or spit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then again, not a large part of you cares.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every so often you feel a pressure on the very tip of your dick, a fleshy but hard wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And it's beginning to push you over the edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Moondancer squeezes harder on you and more often, it gets harder and harder to keep yourself from releasing inside her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But those movements let you know that she's getting closer to her own tipping point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if the screaming wasn't enough of a tell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the both of you get closer, she starts thrusting into you just as you are into her, making sure to take in absolutely everything she can before climaxing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lifiting one of your hands up from her bottom, you push aside the hair obstructing her neck from view and give it a long lick from shoulder to jaw, biting and breathing into her ear as you finish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that's what tips her over the edge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The controlled thrusts from before become violent and thrashing gyrations into your hips, revolving into you, grinding and releasing fluids onto you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Contractions travel up your erection, the barrier at the end of her walls pulsing right on top of your urethra, begging for you to release.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding on any longer is useless as you ride your own waves along with Moondancer on the bathroom wall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Above, you feel her hands and mouth lose all strength.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands fall limp around your neck, her mouth hanging agape with tongue out, lapping up the salty excess of your sex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your waves of climax end before Moondancer's, leading to her insides trying to milk you for more than you could ever produce.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her abdomen stops gyrating and her legs stop quivering with in due time, both of you too tired to even move from your current positions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave your penis inside her, basking in her warmth for as long as you can before you go soft and slip out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as you do, a few drops of white start leaking out, either dropping to the floor or being caught in her bush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With one last sloppy and exhausted kiss, you finish.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least for tonight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The buzzing of your phone stirs you from slumber on the couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've been here for a whole 20 hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unlock your phone and check the unread messages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart drops like a stone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While you don't regret having the experience with Moondancer, you do dread what could happen next.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open up the messages.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Hi, are you doing alright over there? It's already 12. Did you get hung up?]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Already two o'clock. I need you over here so I can go through my presentations.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Okay, that was a lie. I'm just finding it hard to get off on my own recently.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Huh. That usually works.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two hours later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[It looks like Moonie took my advice.]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;[Have fun~]</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch the bridge of your nose and chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damnit Twi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Blankets shuffle behind you, a head popping out of them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W- what's wrong?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lock your phone and put it back on the counter.</span><br />&quot;Nothin', go back to sleep. I think I might as well stay the night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get back into the covers with Moondancer as she cuddles up to you and buries her face in your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, that's right.</span><br />&quot;One question, Moons.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why have you been taking my clothes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You practically feel her cheeks get hotter as she digs herself further underneath the covers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She mumbles something, but it's not clear enough to understand.</span><br />&quot;What were you doing wearing and lying in my hoodies?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I...&quot;</span><br />&quot;I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I - I would... They smelled like you, so I- uh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that about explains it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Closing your eyes, you stroke her head and run your fingers through her hair as you fall asleep.</span><br />&quot;Now that I'm here, I assume you don't have too much use for the hoodies anymore, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nuh-uh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Thought so.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, that about covers it. Remember, campus is closed tomorrow, so you have to check when the make up hour will be sometime next week.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every student in the room jumps out of their seats and grabs their bags in an instant, forming into their cliques and heading out the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See ya' Anon!&quot;, a few of your friends say as they head out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't follow them out the building though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not like you're in any rush.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's something you've got to take care of first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, someone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gather up your books and pack your bag, heaving it over your shoulder and heading downstairs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The halls are still bustling with people, so you worm your way through the crowds to the quieter corridors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Getting to the science and computer labs, the crowds thin until it's just you and a handful of �others, all in lab coats and rushing from room to room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a right and face a derelict and old wooden door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knock twice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you really expect one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn the knob and push, entering the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then it hits you.</span><br />&quot;Jesus Christ, Twilight. Are you keeping dead animals in here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The egghead recluse looks over to you, surprised for a second before realising who it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes off her headphones and greets you, unperturbed by the atmosphere she's basking in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold your sleeve over your mouth and nose, closing the door behind you lest anyone in the hallway fall into a coma from the poisonous gas in here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making a B-Line to the one window in the room, you crack it open as far as it'll go and take a breath of the outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I- Is something wrong?&quot; Twilight asks, confused.</span><br />&quot;Wrong? How long has it been since you left this room, Twi?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She opens her mouth to answer before closing it again and starts counting on her fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as she lifts the third one you sigh.</span><br />&quot;I thought I told you to stop doing this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crossing her arms, she swivels in her chair to face away from you, back at her desk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know that! I just got caught up is all.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So caught up you couldn't even shower?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I told you, I got caught up!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean on the wall next to the window, almost knocking over another one of her crazy inventions.</span><br />&quot;So, what was is this time?&quot; You ask reluctantly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Swinging back in her chair to face you, her face lights up like a Christmas light as she prepares papers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, you're going to love this! So it was all after I finally compiled those graphs I showed you last week, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She continues, rolling over to different corners of her room to show you where the red thread starts and stops on her cork-board of madness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then, then, then!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing off the ground with the tips of her toes, she inches her way towards you while continuing her insane science story.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she gets closer you feel yourself recoiling more and more into the counter to get away from her, but she keeps on coming without a sign of stopping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stale air and the smell of something that's been left to sit for way too long only get stronger as she encroaches ever further.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's an attack on all of your senses by now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost like you can SEE and FEEL it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before she gets close enough for you to begin tasting it, you stop her.</span><br />&quot;Wait!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She freezes.</span><br />&quot;Other side of the room. Explain this all to me, but do it over there.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She huffs and slides away, taking the monstrous cloud along.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh again, taking a breath of the cool air coming in through the window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, why are you here?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise a brow, confused.</span><br />&quot;Do you realise what day it is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes her a moment to respond.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's only Thursday.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for her to figure it out herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Long weekend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight leans back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I totally forgot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grips the sides of her head, racking her brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But I'm not done! I thought I had all of tomorrow to finish!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again, she starts sliding to different corners of her room, graph paper fluttering through the air as she does so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She checks a monitor, writes a note down somewhere on her hand or wrist that isn't already marked, and slides to the next one while muttering to herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You check your phone for the time, sighing again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gonna be the death of you, this one.</span><br />&quot;Come on, I don't wanna get stuck in traffic. Especially with you in the car.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But I'm not-&quot;</span><br />&quot;You've got <span class="nu0">10</span> minutes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aaaaaaugh!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take your bag and, careful not to step anything, leave the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even through the door you can hear her frustrations with having to leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the ten minutes are up you peek your head back in, staring at her in deadpan silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you, then at the screen, back to you, back to screen, sweating and biting her lip.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know, I know! I just - I need to e-mail this to myself!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She screams again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After another five minutes the two of you finally make the trek to the car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's got her bags with her, hair a mess and still in her labcoat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's quite embarrassing to walk with her every week like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Especially when people walk towards you as you leave.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They greet you and you wave back, but as they approach you watch as they wince or cringe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you can do is mouth the word sorry as you continue on your way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Throwing her bags in the car, Twilight gets in the passenger seat before you kick her out of it.</span><br />&quot;Nah, no. Not this time. You get in the back.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks offended, but does what you say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're her only ride home, after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She used to take the bus, apparently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And for an autist like her, on top of the smell...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, it's not like she's oblivious to her own bad habits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get in the car and start it up, opening all the windows and heading home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a thirty minute drive back, not too far if the roads are clear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though it is a lot further than the flat you had in first year.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ride is mostly silent, with her being in the back like a dog and all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But it's not your fault.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've made it a clear rule that if she takes care of herself while you're busy, she can ride in the front.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that it's ever really worked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's always weeks like this, where you have to go away for a few days, that you come back and Twilight's a wreck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder how her parents must have dealt with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They probably did what you do now, actually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Parking the car, you close the windows and step out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi takes her bags and you take yours, locking the car and walking up the stairs to your apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unlock the door and step inside, heading into your room and dropping your bag on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hearing the sound of Twilights socks sliding against the floor into the living room, you bolt back out as she's about to sit on the couch.</span><br />&quot;Ah ah ah! No! No, stop!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She freezes like a dog being scolded, almost cowering.</span><br />&quot;Bathroom. Now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowns.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, come on!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You repeat yourself, more sternly this time.</span><br />&quot;Now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;F- fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sliding her feet against the ground, she makes her way into the bathroom, sticking her tongue out at you before turning into the hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing again and taking off your socks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Going into your room and opening the dresser, you change into an old pair of shorts before making your way back out into the hall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a line of dirty clothes from here to the bathroom, thigh highs and a stained labcoat amongst them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How hard is it to just change IN the bathroom?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up the clothes and stuff them into the washing machine straight away, not really caring if anything changes colour in the process.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They're all stained to hell regardless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knock on the bathroom door, twice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that you really expect one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You enter the room, cracking your fingers as Twilight stands in front of the mirror, taking off her glasses and untying her hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking up the showerhead and kicking over a stand, you check the temperature of the water.</span><br />&quot;Don't you ever get embarrassed?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try not look directly at her, not like she's trying to hide anything.</span><br />&quot;Of this. Needing me to help shower you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She answers almost instantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not really. My parents did it before, so I guess I'm used to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Used to it, huh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sigh.</span><br />&quot;Sit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Running the water over your hands for a few more seconds, you make sure it's alright before standing behind Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When the water first touches her, she flinches, but relaxes as you start wetting her hair more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sigh to much, you know that? They say you exhale happiness when you do that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It almost makes you chuckle.</span><br />&quot;I didn't think you'd condone wives tales like that. Besides, who's fault do you think this is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't, it's just what my mom told me. Also, rude.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run your fingers through her hair, putting down the showerhead and pouring shampoo out into your hand.</span><br />&quot;If it's such a bother to take care of you can just cut your hair, you know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shakes her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I like having long hair.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub shampoo through the length of her hair, concentrating on her scalp so you get as much gunk out as you can.</span><br />&quot;If you like having it, then take better care of it. It's all gonna die if you keep treating it like this, and you always have it up in a bun anyways, it's not like it would be any different to you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi shakes her head again, splattering shampoo all over you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is why you need to change clothes every time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you're done you rinse her hair out and start again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Considering how long it's been since the last time, you're probably gonna have to repeat this thrice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once everything's finished, you get out a handful of conditioner and stroke it right through to the tips of her hair, leaving it to settle there a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's almost a workout to wash this much hair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't imagine what it would be like to have to wash it everyday, like a lot of girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though, it would make your life a whole lot easier if Twilight was like other girls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As per routine, once you're done with her hair, Twi lifts her arm and waits for you to do your job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a presumptuous little...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Readying your hands on either side of her waist, you strike and poke her in the ribs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She jumps and makes an &quot;Eep!&quot;, almost falling off the stool.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking back over her shoulder and covering her sides, she pouts at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not fair, Anon!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have your laugh as she huffs and puffs, getting the soap and looking for the bath sponge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or the counter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or hanging on the shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Twi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know where the shower scrunchie-thing is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What, oh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I... kinda threw it away.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A second goes by before you process it.</span><br />&quot;What!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was old and falling apart, I threw it away the last time I used it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan and bite your cheek.</span><br />&quot;You should have told me if you did that, then. We don't have any others, you know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;O- Oh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh again, as per usual when you're around her, looking down at the handful of soap you're cupping in your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight mutters something, though too quiet for you to hear it.</span><br />&quot;What are we gonna do now. Are you gonna do it yourse-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We don't really n- need the sponge, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi peeks back at you over her shoulder, kind of cowering behind it as well.</span><br />&quot;You mean-...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's shifty eyed, but doesn't say anything else.</span><br />&quot;You sure you're okay with it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lightly nods, the only confirmation you get.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat, feeling your face burning up.</span><br />&quot;R- right. Lift your arm.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She raises her right arm about 20 degrees, probably just as embarrassed as you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hand under her elbow and lift it fully up, turning your hand so that the soap trickles down her arm and side.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She flinches a bit as it slides down, the liquid having cooled in the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hand follows the trail down, lathering it into her skin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, since your hand is still kind of shaking, you criss cross from her waist over her back, pushing aside small bits of hair that get in the way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Squeezing a bit more into your hand, you place it on her shoulder and make your way up her arm, stopping at her wrist and going back down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight, using her free arm, pushes her hair out of the way and lets it fall forward, exposing her whole back to you without saying anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God, you're burning up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is this also 'normal' to her?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or is she as embarrassed as you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And why does this bother you so much?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It never got this weird when you had the scrunchie with you, but with just your hands..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a lot more - intimate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head, cringing at yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Don't use that word to describe it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is Twilight, for God's sake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You touch the top of her spine, sliding your fingers down along the length of her back and up again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moves a little to your touch, but not trying recoil away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once up to the top of her back, you slowly move to her neck, pushing lightly until you get below where her hair ends.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In response to being touched, Twi's shoulders jump and she makes a... noise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You freeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does too.</span><br />&quot;You okay?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah... I was just. Surprised.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She turns her head to look at you, and only now do you notice how red her cheeks are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't really see yourself, but it's a safe bet that you're the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The extended silence forces you to smile, which she does too, eventually escalating to the both of you laughing at how weird this is.</span><br />&quot;Seriously, what the hell was that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries speaking in between laughing, shaking her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I honestly don't - I don't know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;About a minute goes by before you calm down, breathing out slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She does too.</span><br />&quot;You wanna keep going, or are you, uh, clean?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks back to the wall, looking down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not even nearly done.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crouch back down and get some more soap into your hands, placing your hand on her back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As weird as that exchange was, you're glad it happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't half as awkward as it was when you first started.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wash the sides of her neck, shoulders, and back, pushing into her skin in certain areas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's almost like a massage now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finishing her sides as she tried not to laugh, you lift up her left arm and travel up her elbow and make it to her wrist, lathering in the soap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not stopping there, you reach higher to her hand, running your sud covered hand over hers, sliding your fingers between her own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She slides her fingers through yours as well, gripping your hand tight and pulling her arm back down towards her, leaning back into your chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You catch her there, and she looks up at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand, holding yours, lays across her stomach, which is... completely bare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly look to the side, biting your lip in reflex.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're naked, remember?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks down and exhales sharply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As long as it's you, I don't really care.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hearts starts beating faster again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Calm the fuck down, man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Besides, you haven't washed me in front yet... so you're not finished, right?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost choke.</span><br />&quot;I don't //do// your front normally though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moves her own hand, which is still holding yours, up her chest, almost using your arm as the sponge.</span><br />&quot;F- fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving your free arm around her waist, you begin to lather up her front as well, though still making sure to avoid any... delicate areas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still holding your left hand hostage, your hand currently lying right in the centre of her boobs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tracing your hand along the line of her pelvis, you stop and travel down the top of her leg, up and down, repeating it half a dozen times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter how you try, you just don't have the resolve to go anywhere else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no clue how Twilight would react.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every rational thought in your head tells you that she'd probably be okay with it, considering where she's willingly led your left arm, but..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Curse you, indecisiveness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost as if sensing your dilemma, Twi moves her arm over her breast, bringing yours along with it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that's just about all the justification you need.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your free hand, you move up from her belly and up to her chest, tracing the line of her breast before sliding up it and over her nipple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her back presses into you further, sliding off the stool she's sitting on and resting more of her weight on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move your hand back down again, this time stopping and softly cupping her in your hand, running your fingers over and off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She exhales loudly right into your ear as you do it, pressing her head into your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You repeat the process of caressing her down to her pelvis and coming back up to her collarbones a few more times, her hand gripping yours tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every time you do it you pause longer on her chest or move your hand further down her groin, her breathing erratic and hot right next to your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After holding back long enough, you run your hand down her v-line and further than you ever did previously, feeling a roughness of stubble on the tips of your fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight bucks her pelvis into your hand, lifting herself right off her seat and into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stool goes sliding over to the corner of the room, Twilight lying fully back into your body on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her head now pretty much embedded into your neck, her breathing leaves beads of vapour and saliva that run down the front of your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Minor setback finished, you continue going down as she grips your hand tighter, feeling the distinct change in flesh as you press your finger down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her free right hand, previously resting on your forearm and gripping it tightly, she lifts it up and slides it to the side of your neck, anchoring herself there and pressing down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gauging where you need to be by the breathing on your neck, you press down harder and start moving your first two fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Escalating from raspy breaths to audible moans and whimpers, you continue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your left hand you continue to move up and down Twi's breast, running her own wrist over herself as she clings onto your hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her grip on your hand and neck only get stronger as you keep on going, the feeling of her uncut nails digging into you making you clench your jaw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not that it bothers you all that much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After another minute, Twilight begins gyrating her hips into your arm again, leaving you to fight the movements as they come in waves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel lips on your neck, Twi moaning into you like someone would scream into a pillow to muffle the sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her legs start shaking along with her pelvis, letting you know that she's almost there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All this movement makes your job harder, but you continue going until you can be sure Twilight is satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pushing herself into your chest even more, you slide back on the slippery floor as she continues to ride her high.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the shaking becomes less violent and unexpected, Twi rests herself back down on the floor and you bring yourself to a slow stop, rubbing your whole hand along her slit a few times.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of you are panting as it all ends, red faced and light headed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've probably been in the steam for too long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight lets go of your hand and lies limply on your chest, head resting on your shoulder with her mouth agape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find the showerhead and rinse your hand off, doing her as well while being careful not to get any suds into her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a good thing that you didn't actually have any soap in your hands when you started, since you can only assume that it would burn her like crazy if you did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you're sure all of the conditioner is off of her hair, you rinse Twilight's back and arms again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try lift her up, but her legs don't seem to co-operate with you nor her, so after trying a few times you give it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll let her rest on you for a while.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you close your eyes to rest for a while, just basking in each other's warmth, you notice that one of the cupboards opened over the ordeal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And in it, behind your shaving stuff and the extra toothbrushes, you see the shower sponge sitting there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did - Did she plan...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crack a smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God damnit Twilight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun was already down by the time you both left the bathroom and went to your own rooms to get changed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Crap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You two were just roomates before this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is she to you now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The relationship you two had before was pretty weird in it's own right, but is this a one time thing or...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gah, shit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a relatively silent dinner you sat down on your own to watch TV, only to have Twilight drop herself right next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't say anything at first, and neither does she, before she looks over to your neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at the nail marks she left, not bleeding, but red and inflamed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did I do those?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't look over to her, keeping your eyes on the screen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd be bound to go red if you took a look at her now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scoots over to get closer to you and look at the marks, before resting her head on your shoulder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Linking her arm with yours and resting herself on your body, she acts like it's the most natural thing in the world.</span><br />&quot;Twi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You're not always going to have someone around that can help you, you know. You should learn how to do all of this by yourse-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could do it myself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause.</span><br />&quot;Then why don't you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because that's what I have you for.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good a reason as any, you suppose.</span></div></div>




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